Etch-A-Sketch

It would not be such a stretch To think that every kid Drew pictures on an Etch-A-Sketch, Like all my peers once did. It was a toy that everyone Possessed in his collection, For it provided hours of fun With no need for perfection. ‘Cause if you goofed, with just one shake The screen went back to blank, With not a trace of your mistake; So someone we must thank: His name was Andre; he was French, A factory technician. While using powders and a wrench, He had an intuition. He noticed particles that stuck, By means of static charge, To decals – what a stroke of luck! His future was writ large. It took some years to make the toy And show it at a fair. It was a hit and oh, what joy For children everywhere. Now Andre Cassagnes is dead But we owe him our praise, For Etch-A-Sketch remains a thread Attached to childhood days.